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OPEN } Drinks with Tink

1. COFFEE SHOP

It's been a wild couple of weeks for Tinker Bell, but when things start to quiet down, she's happy to slide back into her usual routine. The kitten didn't miss her, but the kitten never does. A little free time in her schedule offers her the opportunity to spend a day out and about, and along with that comes the desire to spend some time people watching. Now she's doing just that, curled in an oversized chair that's angled to allow her a view out the window of the little cafe. Armed with a book and cup of hot chocolate, she'd originally intended to spend some time reading, until a group of young people caught her attention. Now she watches with a smile on her face, finding their playfulness contagious when she was already in a good mood. There's an empty chair beside her, but she's content on her own - although if company did come her way, you wouldn't find her complaining about it.

2. THE JOLLY ROGER

Every once in a while, Tink's curiosity gets the better of her. She doesn't enjoy the pirate decor, but it's amusing in it's own (tacky) way. For someone who's known a real pirate or two, it's a little too over the top to be comfortable. Still, it's a place she wanders into when the mood strikes, if only to see what Killian has been up to. It's not him who she comes in to see, and when she claims a seat at the bar and orders herself a whiskey (neat), she's more interested in hearing what everyone else has to say. Having spent some time in the Other Realm, Tinker Bell feels like she ought to get caught up with what's been going on in this one. She only plans on staying for the one drink, though if they keep playing these old pirate tunes, she might order another.

3. WILDCARD

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Heiji took the empty seat, a book of his own in one hand and an iced coffee in the other. "Hey there," he said, flashing her a quick smile. "Don't think we've had the chance to talk yet! I'm Heiji."

After all, it was only polite to greet a fellow Seelie. "Not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Of course not," she smiled, sitting up to offer him her attention. It's easy to get distracted by what's going on around her, but she's happy to meet another one of her kind.

She might be more cautious out in this world, but when she offers her name, she does so quietly. "I'm Tinker Bell." Most tend to know her as Bell, but the Seelies tend to call her Tink. Anything but "Green" is acceptable (although she usually is covered in that color from head to toe). She knows it's tempting, but she despises her old nickname.

"Oh, gotcha. So... should I call ya Tinker or Bell?" Either name sounded a little unusual. Maybe they were together, like that one Olson twin?

"I'm Heiji, by the way."

"I get both, whichever you prefer. I also answer to Tink." It was unusual. Painfully unusual, but she'd gotten used to it. There's nothing wrong with being a little unusual, is there?

"It's nice to meet you, Heiji."

"Tink it is, then." He motioned with a tilt of his head to the young people she'd been watching earlier.

"You like kids?" By which he mostly meant young humans. Fae had children, too, but not quite so many of them in comparison. And it'd been years since he'd been one himself.

"I do. I like how they see the world." She likes that they live for their own enjoyment, that they search for their own happiness and believe in their dreams. When they're young, they tend to be uncorrupted. Their opinions are their own, until society attempts to tell them who they are. She dealt with something similar with her mentor, and it makes her relate far too well.

"They can find the fun in anything." It's an admirable trait in anyone, and of course it appeals to the fae, but it's precious in children.

"Yeah, and they're always pokin' around getting themselves in trouble. I should know. Had a bunch of them over at my place recently, and keeping them from breaking things and climbin' on people was a full-time job."

Thank goodness they'd finished with their visit and left. He couldn't imagine what it was like to have to take care of your own kids.

"...Bein' a kid is pretty fun, though." Heiji was pretty young for a fae; he still remembered what it had been like before the world became a much more complicated place.

"It looks like it would be." Maybe it's the things she's been through that blur those memories, but Tinker Bell doesn't remember being young. And it's not that she's old, by their standards, but she's had her share of struggles. She's learned to fight, and there's great value in being bold, it's just that she feels she's missed out on certain things. If she had acted her age, she never would have survived the island.

"I can't imagine that they're more trouble than anyone else, just a different sort of trouble." The kind you have to clean up after, instead of something more serious. "I'm a bit prone to it, myself."

"Nah, you always gotta watch out or they're throwing pizza everywhere and messing with your cookie machine." Although why Apollo had had a cookie machine in the first place, Heiji had no idea. Maybe it was Stiles's idea. Maybe he just really liked cookies.

"Is it the fun kind, or the havin' to buy a waiter off to keep quiet kind?"

"Cookie machine?" That was something Tink enjoyed the sound of. She enjoyed cookies, but had never learned how to make them. Was it any surprise she enjoyed these little cafes when her own skills left so much to be desired. She shrugged, trying to determine just how much trouble she could claim to be.

"I wouldn't buy anyone off, should I call it the fun kind, then?"

"Yeah. Don't ask me how that happened; I thought lawyers hated fun." And also that Apollo's budget was a bit too tight for such extravagances. "Maybe it was a compromise, like to keep his interns from punching each other?"

He could easily imagine Stiles and Sasuke at each other's threats. Stiles's good behavior, at least, could probably be bought off...

Maera pants as she comes in through the door of the coffeeshop, approaching the closest chair she can find - which happens to be next to Tink's. "Do you mind if I sit here?" she asks, running a hand through her hair as she tries to get her breath back under control.

Tink glances up quickly, offering a quick shake of the head. "No, feel free." She shouldn't ask, it's none of her business, but - "Are you alright? Seems like you were in a rush." There's nothing wrong with that, she just has to wonder if anything happened, or if there's anything she can do.

"Oh, no, I'm fine. It's just been a long day." And it's polite to ask before slumping into a chair next to someone - like Maera's going to do right now. "I've been running all over the city, but I've finally caught a break. And these armchairs are so plush and nice."

"It's a nice way to end a long day, isn't it?" It's a nice way to end any sort of day, Maera has a point about the armchairs. Still, anything too comfortable always ends up feeling a bit odd for Tinker Bell. She's better at roughing it than relaxing. "Helps that everything on the menu is delicious, too."

What can she say, she enjoys a nice cup of hot chocolate, regardless of what the weather is like.

"The best way," Maera agrees, curling her legs up on the chair and smiling at the other woman properly, now that she's gotten a few moments of actual rest. "Is the menu really that good? What would you recommend? I've never been to this particular shop before."

"It is, I come here a few times a week." Not just for the coffee, she's grown fond of the atmosphere. It's all so relaxed, without being too loud, and she enjoys taking the quiet moments. "Are there any particular flavors you're fond of? Do you enjoy coffee, tea? Any preferences?" She may have sampled most of the menu over time.

"Oh my." There's too much choice! She thinks for a moment, then offers, "I prefer tea, I think. And I'm a huge fan of salted caramel. That stuff is just delicious beyond words."

"There's a salted caramel drink on the menu, you might enjoy that one." She'll recommend it because she likes it too, something sweet with a bit of salt.

"They have some remarkable lemon squares, too. If you're looking for something to snack on. I tend to like things a little tart."

"Lemon squares? You have great taste. I'm definitely trying those." Maera forgets, sometimes, how much she likes mortal food. "My dad always used to have salty biscuits with his tea, but I don't know. I think sweet things are much better."

"I like a little bit of everything, although I prefer everything with a bit of sweetness." Salty and sweet, sweetness with a little taste of tart, the fairy has a sweet tooth, and she's not afraid to admit it. "Unfortunately, I never mastered the art of baking." She tries, sometimes, but she's a lost cause.

Cooper is back again at The Jolly Roger as he'd been earlier this week. While he still looks off, it's less the look of death warmed over and more like someone who's just had an especially rough night or two. When the blonde sits down near him, he smiles warmly at her. The sight of a pretty girl has never failed to act like a tonic for him whenever he's feeling especially low.

"Didn't see you in here the other night," he remarks, one hand curled loosely around his beer.

The look of someone who's having a rough time tends to catch Tink's attention. She worries over people, whether she ought to or not. When it's a stranger, the concern isn't quite the same as it is for her friends and family, but his effort earns one in return, and she finds herself smiling back to return the greeting.

"Must be because I wasn't here." She doesn't come with any frequency, but Tink Does enjoy stopping in every once in a while. She takes a sip of her drink and sits back, offering a slight shrug. "Enjoying your evening?"

"I'm doing better than I was," he replies. Despite the fact he barely looks old enough to be in the bar, it hardly stops him from flirting. He runs his fingers across his hair in a fruitless attempt to smooth it back. The follicles immediately spring back into place as soon as he's done. "What's your name?"

"It's Bell." Tinker Bell, if she'd recognized him from anywhere. The fae tend to call her Tink, or Tinker Bell, but she's more careful outside of her own realm. Besides, she likes it. While her own name is original, she does like the sound of each part. She doesn't think about his age, there's no way to guess at it just by looking at him, not in this bar.

"What's yours?"

"Pretty name." He should be more aware about the types of supernatural types he can run into here. The problem is that Cooper is absolutely terrible at telling the different types apart aside from other vampires. As far as he can tell, Bell is completely human.

"Mine's Cooper. Can I buy you a drink?" Never let it be said that the old vampire was backwards in coming forward.

"It's nice to meet you, Cooper." She smiles, lifting the half-finished glass in her hand. His company is welcome, but his drink. "Think I ought to finish this one first. What do you drink?" She doesn't mind being mistaken for completely human, more often than not, it's better for her if that's what she's assumed to be.

Couldn't be farther from the truth, but she'll take it.

"Beer, usually. I'm easy that way." Cooper is a bit of a stereotype, but considering how old he is, it can be argued he practically invented some of them. He turns the stool at the bar so that he can more easily talk with Bell.

"So what do you do when you're not out 'n about?"

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